After Suniti walked away from the corridor, Sohum headed straight to the staff room.
Shivam had already left the files he had asked for on the table. Sohum opened them and began scanning through the papers, though his attention drifted more than once.
The bell rang again, signaling the end of break.
Students slowly returned to their classrooms, their chatter filling the corridors once more.
Suniti settled into her seat on the first bench, still replaying the strange tension from earlier.
“Suniti!”
A girl from the doorway called out to her.
“Sohum sir is asking for you in the office.”
Suniti froze for a moment.
Now what?
Why is he looking for me again?
Confusion mixed with curiosity as she stood up and walked toward the office.
She paused at the door and knocked lightly.
“May I come in?”
“Come in,” Sohum replied, his voice steady, professional. “Take a seat.”
Suniti stepped inside and sat down across from his desk.
Without looking up, Sohum reached for a stack of papers and placed them in front of her.
“These are the notes from the four classes you missed,” he said calmly.
She glanced down.
Printed pages. Neatly arranged.
“I don’t want any of my students failing in my subject,” he continued, already returning his attention to the files in front of him. “Go through them properly. Sessionals are coming.”
He didn’t even look at her.
His face remained buried in the papers as if the conversation had already ended.
After a brief silence, he added simply,
“You may leave.”
Suniti stood up slowly, the notes still in her hands.
She stepped out of the office feeling strangely unsettled.
And yet… somewhere inside, there was a small warmth she couldn’t ignore.
Especially after everything she had said to him that morning.
A faint sense of guilt settled in her chest.
The next day, during Sohum’s class, Suniti found herself paying more attention than usual.
Every explanation.
Every line he wrote on the board.
And sometimes—without realizing it—her gaze would linger on him a little longer than necessary.
Once or twice she caught herself staring.
Quickly looking away.
A quiet smile slipping across her face.
Somewhere along the way, without her noticing exactly when—
something had begun to change.
A small spark had already found its place in her heart.
And it was slowly starting to burn.82Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡig2jwVMnTT
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